By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 24 October 2000
Undress This Mystic
it's a treasure, instead
what were you holding there?
I told you to drop it...
Told you to drop it...
Festering the navel, in time you'll realize
Holes became ourselves, when we became live
We're simply modules glistening
Shot off the tube
Sweet depression
Carrying my blues
Hold the phone, and hold it
High in the air...
You can claim, the uselessness
When it's never there
But deep, in dreary
Her eyes are clear to me...
And deep, in sleepy
Her dreams are so clear
It's dreaded in the future
What did you hide under?
Guessing game of innocence
Becomes foreplay blunder
You could be so beautiful
If you only had my lines
I could be a Beatle
Brave enough to die
Brave enough to die
Her eyes are so glossy
Laminated too
Figment of imaginate
Imagine that was you
Hold her hand
she's fragile
Hold her face and cry
Hold her hand
she's fragile
She's got nothing to hide
Undress this mystic
Idiotic plays
Shrouded as if thoughtful
Deep and depraved
But underneath this cynic
is a loving opiate
free from the fires
that outwardly wait
i'm going, i'm going
leaving you to be
what is that you have there?
a tri-angle in a sea
a tri-angle
lying dormant
waiting to destroy
her eyes are too warm
her heart all but void
so i leave you with this moment
and a passing truth
contemplating all of this
is of simply no use
it's simply not used
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